What is it Like Leaving St Joseph Hospital

Last week was one of the hardest I’ve ever had. I left jobs several times and never did I remember walking out with a heavy heart. However, the 8th was a different one. The first person I told about my two week notice was Jill, and right away we broke down to tears. She is one of the few people at work that I truly respect and adore. Before going on medical leave, she made sure I was equipped with the right amount of knowledge to perform a job I haven’t done in my life. And though my time with her was short, she’s always been an inspiration and keeping up with the kind of service she provided the patients was a tough one. With 19 years of experience, I am less of a fraction compared to her. I am really in great awe knowing that they accepted me as part of the team and built me up to be who I am today.

I will always remember them… Jill, Dave, Nancy, Isela, Hasina and Sima. Deanne, Ana, Zyg, Romulo, Gustavo and Laura. They, who I worked close with, are the best in what they do. The nicest people I come to know. And those who have helped me for a year but haven’t had the chance to see or know personally: Processing: Jen, Eva, Eric and Allison. Main Lab: Theresa, Raxy and Linda. Pavilion Registration: Franky, Sandra, Stephanie and Juan. And from the St Joseph Renal: Marya, Celine and Mady. Work is never the same without them…

About The Author

I am an Igorota now based in California. I was born and raised in a valley nestled between the pine-forest zones of Cordillera. I am proud of my unique culture and pristine traditions. My ethnicity differentiates me from others, it defines me in a way that no other words can. I take pride in my ancestors' heritage passed from one generation to another. I embrace the rich history that makes up my individuality and respect the land that cradles the place I forever will call home...